We grow tobacco and we drive trucks
We kill whitetails and greenhead ducks
Drive our four wheelers down the main road
And break out our sleds when it gets cold
We got back roads n'four-wheel-drives
We got tailgates on a Friday night
It's a half hour from my front door
To a Walmart or a grocery store
What you all don't understand
It ain't all about the Southern man
Cause we got outlaws and we got Hicks
We got honkytonks out in the sticks
We love our whiskey and we love our homegrown
God damn it's good to be home
We wear Carhart we don't wear suits
We wear square toes and Chippewa boots
And we all know where we come from
We'll be right here when it's done
What you all don't understand
A southern drawl don't make a man
Because we got family living out in these woods
We got pride and a sense of what's good
And we all got dirt on our hands
It's a song for the workingman
We get up early and we work third shift
Pay our taxes and protect our kids
And we've all got dirt on our hands
There's rednecks north of the Mason Dixon
There's Rednecks north of the Mason Dixon
I'm from the north son you're from the south
Straight out the trailer fresh off the plow
You got your Chevy parked next to my Ford
And the colors flying high at your door
I got a shotgun fill it with shells
You got a Bible but I'll see you in hell
We ain't that different son you and me
Trying to make it in the land of the free
What y'all don't understand
It ain't all about the southern man
Cause we got family living out in these woods
We got pride and a sense of what's good
We all got dirt on our hands
It's a song for the workingman
We get up early and we work third shift
Pay our taxes and protect our kids
And we all got dirt on our hands
We're the rednecks north of the Mason Dixon
We're the rednecks north of the Mason Dixon